I would be a terrible husband if I didn't worry.

[aymeric steps out and towels himself off, then leans back over to press a kiss to francel's head.]

I'll cook an omelette for you. I'll leave it in the pan so that it stays warm.

[he stares a moment longer, bracing himself to tear away from francel. he lets out a small sigh]

You make it so difficult to go to work. Mayhap I should hire you as my secretary...